When we don't have it, we think we desperately need it. When it's coming, we find it hard to wait. When it's free, we long not only spend it, but to spend it well. When it's wasted, we stress out. When it passes too quickly, we cry and when it drags by, we get irritated. If it's tough, we are forced to hope. If it's good, we long to save it in pictures, videos, and the infamous phrase "good times, good times" like somehow we can capture it and keep it...in reminiscing we can repeat it, or at least some small part of it.
Is there any other part of life that we long to understand and control more? Maybe because we're bound to it, because we can't escape it..our lives are dictated by it's coming and going; it's bittersweet passing. It chooses to change that which we long would stay the same, seems to lengthen the circumstances we hate, and steals the moments we wish to freeze.
To us, this is what it does, this is what it's like. But what is its purpose to He who stands outside of it, over it? To Him who is propelling it constantly forward? To Him who watches and works through it? What does God give to our spirits by binding us to time on Earth? To His people that both grow so hopelessly weary by it and long for it to stretch forever?
It's times like these that I think about my life and who I was at any 'ol part of my past and who I am right now in this moment. What an instrument time is for God, and how well He plays it. No words of mine could ever attest to the work He has accomplished in me through His use of time- in all its various forms- His power practiced in me, His grace flowing through me, His plan fulfilled, His presence made known. A heart made new and a tired heart restored...an endless, beautiful cycle.
Here's to the good times...here's to time.
Thank you, God.
"Every experience God gives us,
every person he puts into our lives is a perfect preparation
for a future only He can see."
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